Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Thirty-Three - Close Call

Exhaling sharply, Draco studied Ophelia.

Those heavy-lidded waking eyes. Those slightly swollen lips. The tendrils of raven hair sprawled over the pillow or tucked behind her ears. The bruised kisses decorating her neck.

The fact she's still undressed...

Her involuntary sighs were so sweet, he couldn't ruin the moment. So, he stayed silent.

She doesn't suspect anything...

Well, why would she? Who the fuck would guess Pansy was capable of legilimency?! Or that she'd use it to make me hear Phi's screams – just when I was about to catch the snitch...

The burden is mine – I was their target, after all. And it's been handled. As long as Blaise and Pansy keep their distance, she never has to know...

I can't bring myself to upset her again – not after last night...

Humming in appreciation, he lowered his gaze. Biting harshly into his cheek, to stop an oncoming moan, when he saw how the material clung to her curves.

Working his way down, to the outline of her chest, he felt his erection growing. Admiring how the silk sheet pooled in the valley between her breasts and hugged her nipples.

It threw him back in time. Suddenly remembering the night of the ball, when he'd desperately wanted to matter to her – to be able to touch her, and please her.

When she was wearing that silk dress that sent me crazy.

I can't fucking believe we're here.

Ophelia felt his hands and knees dipping the mattress on either side of her body.

His position on all fours was at odds with his appearance. He wasn't undressed. He hadn't taken the time to get comfortable. Instead, he'd crawled straight up the bed. Moving with an unthinking urgency.

Their faces separated by the length of his arms.

Staring upwards, she felt the tension building in the space between them. A humming sensation jittering from the apex of her thighs, over the rest of her body. Lying in wait, anticipating the moment he would close the gap between them.

But she worried Draco may have misinterpreted her silence. Feeling his hands curl into fists, and watching his head drop in defeat. She knew he wasn't angry, just...sexually frustrated.

As much as she wanted everything he had to offer, the moments in between were electrifying. And the temptation to torment him more, felt exciting.

Draco managed his breathing, timing every inhale and exhale, to stay calm. Considering complicated arithmancy problems – just so he didn't wrench the sheet off her. 

C'mon she's just woken up.

Last night was probably too much.

Wrapped in his thoughts, he was startled, feeling her hands snake round his sides. Her arms too short to get to the middle of his back, but he obliged anyway. Allowing her to drag him closer. He shifted his weight off his hands and onto his forearms, so she wasn't crushed.

Is this what she wants?

Fuck.

Tilting his head to the side, he tried to think clearly. To untangle his lust, from Ophelia's desires. Then I'll know what to do... fucking hell what's happened to me?! Why can't I just ask her?

But he didn't need to. Feeling her softly nipping at his neck, teasing him by biting beneath his jawbone. He released a heady moan, feeling her drag her teeth over his flesh. The ripple of goosebumps rising on his skin, making contact with her tongue.